Joey went out on a Friday, by Saturday He hadn't returned, but by Sunday I knew he was in trouble. Finally, by Monday, arriving home late After my Visual Studies class, I fully Expected him to run out from under a Bush and complain in his usual protest (Where the hell have you been.) But nothing, silence. In the weeks to come, I go out and call his Name. Check is favorite haunts. I left Food where only Joey would look. Every now And then I heard a single reply. Was it My imagination? Each morning I'd check the Bowl, finally the food looked disturbed, but I Discovered Jays will eat anything, even cat food! Joey, the cat I loved to hate, always ripping the Carpet, tufts of hair on the chairs, or weaving In and out of my legs on the stairs. He would follow Misty and I on our daily walks, my Neighbors would often say “You know there's A cat following you”. Sometimes he would sneak up On Misty and pounce. It was always fun to watch Them play. I still hope I'll see him again someday, but I know 5 minutes later, he'll do something To make me wish he'd go away.
A year later I caught a glimpse of Joey in the back yard But mostly, Joey haunts My dreams